Date: Sat, 23 Oct 1999 14:51:31 CDT
From: Matt Blah
Subject: The Book - 5
Salutations!! Matt here, as most of you know =) (BTW I'm not Matt
in the story)
If you've ever read a Nifty Story before, you know the rules, and
can skip on down to the asterisks (that's the *'s for you newbies)....
Since you're reading this, I can assume you've never read any of my
stories or any of the others at Nifty, which is odd, since this is part of
a series... Oh well, if you happen to be underage, I cannot condone your
reading of this. If this type of material is illegal in the area you
currently _are_, I cannot condone your reading of this. If you do not like
this type of material, why are you here? Wacko!! Sorry if I sound a bit
prudish by this, but it's standard procedure. Personally, I could care
less if you're underage or it's illegal, so long as you enjoy it (and
_don't get caught!).
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Well, I gotta pretty good response for you folks, which makes me
feel all... well, I've said it before, but oh well, "All warm and squishy
inside."
BTW, I know I've been skimping on the Earth tale, so this time I'm
going to make the Earth portion considerably longer.
That's all I've gotta say this time.. So on to the next portion!
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The Book
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Chapter 6 : Disaster
Judas and Matt met the next morning (in Judas' quarters) in
drastically different moods. Judas had rings under his eyes, and looked
basically like hell, and was half-ready to rip off anyone's head. His
night had not gone well, and he had woken up many times from various
dreams, all involving Matt in inappropriate ways. Matt, on the other hand,
was chipper and fully rested, which made Judas incredibly resentful.
"Mornin'!" sang Matt.
"Ahhh, whatever," muttered Judas, feeling more cheerful despite
himself, "Why are you so damn happy?"
"Ah, I dunno!" Matt laughed nervously, avoiding the question, "Just
a really nice night of sleep, is all." Matt peered at Judas, "Why are _you_
in such a bad mood today?"
"Bad dreams." Judas said shortly.
"Ahh." Matt said knowingly, even though he really had no idea what
Judas meant by that.
Judas sighed, and motioned for Matt to speed up. "We have to meet
with the Alchemists, Matt."
"Oh yeah!" Matt said, sobering, "Do you think they know what
happened to the Elven Lands?"
"We might as well check on them," Judas replied, just as sober.
"Well, let's--" Matt froze.
"Matt? What's the mat--" Judas froze as well. The Necronomicon,
source of Judas' power, was floating off of his desk and glowing a pale
red.
Judas reached for his Book with trembling hands, but as his fingers
touched the cover, the Necronomicon threw itself violently away, soaring
out of the window.
"Damn!" swore Judas, "What the hell is going on!?"
"Let's go!" hollered Matt from the window. Judas ran to where Matt
stood, and waited impatiently as Matt drew a glyph in the air...
///_\\_//_\\\ which glowed in the air for a moment...
__ __
/ \ / \
/ \_/ \
/ \
Matt rose from the ground, as did Judas, and they flew from the
window after the Book, which left a glowing trail for them to follow.
The two landed down light as a feather, and looked around, not
understanding where they were. Judas pulled out a map from one of his
various pockets, and scrutinized it for a moment.
"There is supposed to be a lake here..." began Judas.
"I take it 'supposed to be' is the operative phrase there?" scoffed
Matt sarcastically.
Before them stretched an expanse of forest, so thick that one could
not see 5 ft forward without being obstructed by a tree or a bush. The
colors of the forest were vibrant, red splashed with yellows and violets.
The eeriest part of all, however, was that it was utterly silent. There
were no calls of birds, no buzzing of insects, nothing. Matt and Judas
might as well have been in the Catacombs, or with the Krakkan digesting
their meal. Matt and Judas unconsciously moved a little closer to each
other.
"The trail ends here." Judas said finally, "We've no choice but to
enter and find out what's happening."
Judas strode inside with a determined pace, leaving Matt no choice
but to follow behind meekly.
Within the forest, it was utterly still, and stiflingly hot. The
ever-present silence was as deafening to the two as a dragon's roar. The
heat permeated the atmosphere and made the two question how any plants at
all could grow in such an environment. Finally, Judas got fed up, and
stopped mid-track, which surprised Matt, who bumped into him.
Judas Reached for Water and Wind, and Willed the two into his
hands. There, he Weaved the two together, making a tapestry of blue and
gold, and released it. A fine, cool mist spread from his hands, lowering
the temperature drastically. The two heaved a sigh of relief.
"Okay, let's go." Judas said, resuming his fast pace.
As they marched their way deeper into the forest, Judas began to
worry. The utter lack of life in the entire area was disconcerting to say
the least. He found himself looking to either side, desperately wanting to
find a sign of life, but at the same time fearful as to what form of life
it might be. When he wasn't looking to the sides or forward, Judas
continually glanced to his feet, as if afraid it would transmute back into
the lake, or wondering what had happened to the fish.
"Judas!" Matt shouted. Judas gave a yelp of startlement and
stopped.
"What?!" he squeeked.
"Look!" Matt said excitedly, pointing to Judas' left. Judas turned
slightly, and gasped.
Before them was a ruined temple, majestic despite its wear. There
were vines growing all around it, and the half of the stones were cracked
from weathering. It was shaped like a pyramid, with a large structure atop
it. Also atop it was a faint red glow...
"The Necronomicon!" exulted Judas, racing towards it. Matt raced
alongside him, matching pace for pace. The two raced up the stairs, taking
them two or three at a time, until they reached the top. The Book was
floating there, waiting for them, still glowing faintly.
Judas reached it first, and with a sigh of relief picked it up.
The Book suddenly opened, and began flipping violently.
"Whoa!" cried Judas, trying to let go of the Book, but unable to
pry his own fingers from the spine.
"Wait!" said Matt, placing a calming hand upon Judas' shoulder.
"There must be an explanation for this, and I'm betting that this is it!"
Judas stopped struggling, and simply looked as his Book flipped
back and forth, as if searching for a particular spot. Then, it abruptly
ceased its convulsions, and stopped on a page midway through the Book. The
two boys looked at each other, and Judas began to read its contents.
"I am Judas, Guardian of the Rift, protector of the innocent," Matt
then interrupted with a laugh.
"Did you write this, Judas?" he chuckled.
"No!" yelled Judas, "The Book was an heirloom, passed down from my
family. As far as I knew, it held only spells!"
Matt stopped laughing.
"The current date is unimportant, as time will not be understood
for some millenia," he read on, "The important fact is that nearing the 4th
Quarter of the 3rd Epoche, the Rift shall close, and the two realities will
Merge."
"Two realities?" wondered Matt, perplexed.
"I'm as much in the dark as you are," Judas laughed shakily. "As
the Merge nears, I shall take a form of a young man, in order to circumvent
any disaster," now Judas' eyes grew wide, "I will, as does everybody else,
co-exist in the two realities. I have arranged for an assistant, by the
name of Matthias, to accompany me."
The two just looked at each other.
"The 1st reality, which will be known as 'Earth,' is likely to be
very technological, and the second, which shall be known as 'Terra,' will
be quite arcane. My plan is to manage the Merge with as little chaos as
possible, and to this end I have directed my servant, Marcas, to retrain me
in 'Earth.' I guess we're Terra..." Judas finished with a weak chuckle.
"The predicament is that as I reincarnate myself in the human body,
my Powers will be diminished, and all my training obsolete. I am uncertain
what will happen to my memory, but I am not taking any chances, and am
recording everything I have learned and experienced here within." Judas
paused for a moment, letting it sink in.
"If you are reading this novel, then You are I, and I am You. We
are Judas, Gatekeeper, and this is our past..."
The two stood for 3 candlemarks, reading their supposed past.
There were tales that seemed straight out of a Bardic tale. There was
romance, battle, epic crusades, but nothing that struck a chord within the
two. Matt had taken the fact that he was supposedly a "servant"
surprisingly well, and had said, philosophically, "I am what I am."
As they searched, the hour grew late, and still no sign of a remedy
was at hand. Finally, Judas shut the book with a muttered curse.
"I guess we'll have to wing this." he growled, "The Book has
nothing on how to handle the merge."
Suddenly the Book opened itself, despite Judas' hands upon it, and
flipped to a page within. The text glowed, and made itself known to the
two:
The Merge shall be heralded by the lessening of the Rift,
which will cause very visible effects. The first to watch
for is the 'shared body' effect, where actions done to a
body in one reality shall affect the respective body in the
other reality. The second will be a 'changeover,' where
one
consciousness will shift into the other reality. The third
shall be a 'crossover,' where the bodies of one individual
shall shift planes, as well as the consciousness.
Judas and Matt turned to each other with the same expression.
"The stranger with Ardanas!" they exclaimed simultaneously.
"Is there anything more?" asked Matt, half eagerly, half with
dread.
"The fourth and final herald shall be the transmutation of great
expanses of land, as the two realities seek to find a neutral plane to
Merge upon. After this herald, prepare for the Merge, for it will be at
hand." the two stopped.
"The Elven Lands..." began Matt sadly.
"Forget that!" interrupted Judas, "What about this forest we're in
right now?!"
"Does that mean the Merging is near?" asked Matt fearfully.
"I guess s--"
A gray mist permeated Judas and Matt's sight. The two tried to
move, tried to flee, but had lost control of their limbs. The two were
suspended in air, motion, time itself, for a fraction of a moment, and then
were plunged into a darkness.
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Judas and Matt froze, and slowly rose from the couch. They walked
to where the sound had come from... upstairs. Judas took the lead,
signaling for Matt to wait a moment.
Judas climbed the stairs, unconsciously stepping on every silent
step. Years of paranoia had compelled Judas to learn every facet of his
household, and he could move without even a whisper of sound through the
entire domacile.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he looked down the hallway to
his right, then two his left--
--his face ran right into the creature's face.
"Shit!!" he screamed, as the creature began making an unusual
sound. Judas tried to run down the stairs, tried to tell Matt to run for
it, but once again, an unknown force took him over. Judas swung out with
his left hand, aiming at what could be the creature's stomach. The
creature caught it, with surprise splashing over its "face."
The creature retaliated with a kick aimed at Judas' groin, which
Judas blocked with his other foot. He then brought his other hand down
upon the creature's arm (the one holding Judas' hand) which made the
creature howl in pain and release him. He then flipped over it, brushing
his feet against the ceiling, and landed behind it. Judas then felt
something within him, something that burned. He closed his eyes for a
split second, and reached for the burning substance with his mind. One he
had it in "hand," he opened his eyes, and saw that the creature was still
turning to meet the threat.
Time slowed down, then stopped. Judas paused for a moment, and
surveyed around him, not comprehending what was happening. Past the
creature he could see Matt, stark fear on his face, in mid-step up the
stairs. Before him was the creature, still in mid-whirl. Judas looked
down, to where his hands were, and saw that they glowed a bright red light.
Judas then Looked at his hands, and Willed the light into a compact ball
that rested in his hands.
Judas froze. What had he just done? He just focused light with
his mind, something that broke every rule of every science he had ever
known. He had created light from nothing! A memory danced across the
surface of his mind, teasing him, staying just out of reach. Then a
picture, of him, surrounded by a golden light, and various shaped
creatures.
The memory then pranced tauntingly away, leaving Judas sorely
confused. Suddenly, time began to resume, slowly at first, then at full
speed. Before Judas could react, the creature was facing him entirely, a
snarling beast thing with _far_ too many teeth for Judas' comfort.
Judas gulped, but something told him to throw the ball at the
creature. For lack of any other options, Judas went with the feeling,
hurling the ball of crimson light at the creature. There was a wrenching
feeling, like his arms were being tugged at, but the crimson light left his
hands and impacted against the creature soundlessly.
The creature, not so soundlessly, gave a screech of pain, and Judas
as well as Matt could definitely smell something burning. The creature
scratched at its chest, seemingly thinking that if it could remove its own
mid-section, it would survive. Then the ball exploded, still utterly
silent, and the creature stopped its screaming. Kind of hard to scream
when you've been reduced to a light dust....
"What... the.. HELL WAS THAT?!" Matt demanded.
"I don't fucking know!" retorted Judas. "Didn't it say something
about that in the Book?"
"I guess so..." began Matt.
"We have to go to sleep." Judas said shortly.
"Sleep?!" Matt's voice was well into the soprano range. Judas
winced. "How can you talk about sleep after what I've seen, and after what
you've done!!"
"Simple," Judas replied tersely. "Whatever else is going on, we
still have school tomorrow, and I'm not letting the end of the world as we
know it screw up my chances at Harvard!"
Matt just gave him a wild look, one that had too little sanity for
Judas' liking.
Judas reached for Water, and crushed it into a fine mist, and
gently sent it into Matt's mind. Matt slumped, and fell fast asleep, right
into Judas' waiting arms.
"I guess it _is_ entirely instincts..." he chuckled, dragging
Matt's limp body into the guest bedroom.
The next morning the two were more prepared to handle a day of
school. After a hearty breakfast made mundanely (at Matt's insistence),
the two were ready to face reality. Then the grandfather clock rang
10:00...
"CRAP!!!" the two swore, racing for the door.
The two made it to school, and sat down as unobtrusively as
possible in sour old Glupnik's class. He noticed them, however, and put
down his chalk and turned to the two.
"This is the second time, you two," he said, the anger easily
detectable in his carefully controlled tone. "You two have a detention,
after school."
"Yes sir, sorry sir." the two replied in unison. The class
laughed, and old Glupnik's face darkened.
"As we were discussing, _before we were so rudely interrupted_..."
he continued, as Judas and Matt smothered giggles.
The rest of the day passes tolerably enough, despite the fact that
neither had done his homework. As the last bell rang, the two trudged
unhappily along to their little prison, and walked in. The room was empty,
except for old Glupnik at his table, where he sat perusing a musty old
textbook. The two made no pretense about being happy there, and dropped
their bags with an unceremonial <>
At the sound, Mr. Glupnik lifted his bald little head from where it
had been buried in a book. "Well, Mr. Bishop and Mr. Cardinal, what a
pleasant surprise." the sarcasm could have been cut up... with a butcher's
knife, anyways.
"Yes sir, hello sir." the two said, in unison again. The two
giggled.
"I'm afraid that detention is not your only punishment," Glupnik
began, rising from his desk. He walked over to the chalkboard, picked up a
piece of chalk, and began to write. "For disrespecting me, and the
students for taking away their time to learn, I'm afraid I have a very
special punishment in mind."
"Yes sir?" Matt was the only speaker, this time. Judas was eyeing
the professor with no little suspicion.
"Yes, what I have in mind for you to is..." Glupnik turned around.
"A slow and excruciatingly painful death!!" he screamed.
The two gasped. Where a balding, overweight 60 yr-old man was, now
stood a creature that stood at 7'. It had green, thick skin, and had
patches of hair in unusual places. It wore only a loincloth, and every
square inch shown was pure muscle. The face had an elongated nose, and
squinty eyes that seemed far too small for its body. The mouth was set in
a snarl, and hardly moved at all as it spoke. It held in its hand a small
wooden rod, with elaborate designs carved upon it.
"Shit!" the two cursed, diving from their seats.
"Ah hahaha!!" it cackled, pointed the wand at Judas. A flood of
sickly green ichor rose from the earth beneath Judas, and pinned him down.
"Judas!" cried Matt, reaching out for his friend. Judas struggled
in vain against the constraints, and looked at the creature with pure hate
on his face.
"I know what you are!" he snarled, red faced with effort, "You're a
Troll, aren't you?!"
"Excellent observation," laughed the Troll, "Now you die, and we of
the Darkside shall rule the Realms!" The troll pointed the staff at Matt,
who dove out of the way as blades of iron lanced from beneath the earth
just beneath where he was lying.
Matt rose to his feet, his expression flaring with anger--
--and his hands glowing with Power...
The troll gasped with surprise as Matt gestured once:
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/|
/ |
/ |
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The symbol glowed in mid-air for a moment, then vanished. The
bonds binding Judas vanished with a faint <>. Judas swiped off all
remaining ichor with a grimace, but Matt was far from finished. He turned
to the troll, who was backing away from the boy slowly. Matt traced
another pattern in the air, one that glowed a sickly green:
LH : |//||\\|
RH : |\\||//|
BH : .
| |
/ \
/ \
| . |
| |
\ /
\ /
| |
And a blast of green energy lanced from Matt's hands and slammed
into the troll. The troll flew back, arcing his back in agony, and slammed
against the wall, pinned there for a moment from the sheer force of the
impact. Then the troll's body began to shake, and slowly dissolved into a
green ooze that spilled to the floor.
Matt collapsed to his knees, exhaustion turning his entire body
into jelly. Judas slowly walked to where his friend sat slumped over, and
placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, thanks." Judas said awkwardly. An equally awkward silence
followed.
"You're welcome." Matt said finally, looking at his hands in
amazement. "Is this what we're supposed to do to make the Merge easier?"
"I would hope not," Judas replied with a tired chuckle, "This isn't
any fun at all!"
"'tis not supposed to be fun, lad," the voice came from the door.
The two whirled about, and saw...
--the figure from their dreams.
"You!" cried Matt, recovering from the shock first.
"Aye, me." mimicked the figure with a slight sneer. "If ya aren't
takin' yer job seriously, lads, yer gonna wind up some ne'er-do-well's
trophy."
"I believe that an explanation is overdue." Judas said carefully,
rising from where he crouched next to Matt.
"Aye again," the figure said, walking towards the two, "But not
where there be pryin' eyes, eh?" The figure pulled out an oaken walking
stick, and waved it in the air once, twice..
Their surroundings blurred...
And at the third time they found themselves back at Judas' home,
standing in the middle of the living room.
"Now, I believe you wanted an explanation?" the figure said,
chortling, "Well, it's a doozy! It all started long before time was time,
and the Hundred Ones, the first beings in existence, were involved in a
fight. These Hundred Ones you would call gods, and indeed, each has become
a figurehead in one of the sentient beings' 'religions...'"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=In Nebula, Realm of the Hundred=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"You may not!" hollered Oblivion at the top of his lungs. "I'll
not be in a world of this 'science,' as you call it!"
"You will!" countered Siva, "For _we_ shall not live in a Realm of
this 'magick!'"
"Enough!" yelled Judas. Each of the Hundred, down to the one,
froze in their arguing and looked at their leader. Well, for a moment at
least...
"But they..."
"What about..."
"There's no way..."
"HALT!!!" Judas cried, raising his hands. As the crowd sullenly
grew quiet, Judas glared at each of them in turn. "Are we mere infants, to
argue like this?" he said with a contemptuous look, "You shame your very
names!"
The crowd looked amongst themselves for a moment, then a
representative of each faction stepped up. For the Magicka, The Triad was
chosen, and for Science, The One.
The Triad turned its sweetest face upon Judas, the one of water,
and spoke in its musical tongue, "Those such as we are will suffer greatly
in this world of 'science,' oh lord." She/He/It said, the voice reminiscent
of a babbling brook, "We will not agree with such demands."
The One, having only one face, simply said in a careful tone, "And
those such as _we_ are will suffer _more_ greatly in this world of
'magick!'" he/she spat. "Why should we compromise when they are being so
stubborn about it?"
The Triad turned to his/her/its opponent, and turned to its face of
Earth. "Us?! Stubborn?!" the voice was gravelly, and rumbled like an
uneasy mountain, "What have you done to show how compromising _you_ are?!"
This was met with murmurs of approval from the Magicka, and murmurs of
outrage and disagreement from the Science.
Judas raised his hands for silence, and began to speak in his own
deep and strident voice, "Have you spoken your piece, then?"
The Triad looked blank for a moment, as he/she/it discussed with
him/her/itself the question, then it switched to Wind and spoke in its
musical contralto, "If we make this world one of 'science,' beings such as
we are will not be worshipped. We cannot take a very active hand in such a
world, and as such, belief will falter, then die out. Even as our
believers lose their faith, so shall we lose our strength. We shall become
remnants of the past, studied by these so=called 'scientists!' Would you
condemn your people to such a fate?" at his/her/its end, the whole Magicka
contingent raised an uproar of approval.
The One glared daggers at The Triad, and spoke his final words, "If
we make this world one of 'magicka,' beings such as we are will be mocked!
Our Powers are not of the active kind. In such a world, we will not only
be ignored, our few followers will be persecuted and hunted down! We shall
become the outlawed faith, not practiced for fear of the law! Would you
force us to live a life of fear and of fugitives?!" at his/her end, the
entire Science party raised their hands and cried out their own agreement.
"I have heard your standings, then?" Judas said slowly. At each of
their nods, he continued, "Well then, it is but a simple compromise. We
shall create two worlds. One of Science, one of Magicka. We shall place
them in differing Realms, so that one cannot affect the other. I myself
will watch the Gateway between them, and no Magick gods may associate with
the Science gods."
The congregation gasped. Then Creation and The One, twin siblings,
stepped forward. Creation was a Magick, The One was a Science.
"And what of us, oh lord?" they spoke in unison, as they often did.
"What of you?" asked Judas, feigning a look of confusion. "You
shall each have your own realm, and will not have to deal with each other
for all eternity? Isn't that what you wanted?"
The siblings looked at each other, then turned to Judas once more,
"We don't want that!" they said, and were agreed with various members of
each congregation.
"Well then, what do you want me to do?!" cursed Judas, rising from
his seat and pacing about. "You are all at each other's throats, cursing
the lineage of the other, swearing that you want nothing to do with each
other, and the only compromise you reject?! I will not have this!" at the
last, Judas slammed his fist into the arm of his chair, causing a loud
rumbling from the very foundations.
"Peace, beloved," Matthias said softly, placing his hand upon
Judas' shoulder. "We have not exhausted all our options."
Judas looked up at the taller Matthias, smiled, and placed his own
hand on Matthias'. "Do you have a suggestion, then?"
"Indeed I do, beloved," Matthias said thoughtfully. The
congregation grew utterly still waiting for Matthias' suggestion. "We make
two worlds," at the outcry, Matthias held up his hands, "We make two
worlds, and we combine them."
There was a milling about of confusion in the ranks, as each
pondered the consequences of such an action. Finally, The Triad and The
One stepped forward again.
"We agree!" they said simultaneously.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"What do you mean, 'beloved?!'" asked Matt, half fearfully.
"You mean ya didn't know, child?!" the figure said, genuinely
surprised, "You and Judas were lovers, even in the time before time."
Matt and Judas looked at each other, then looked away flushing.
The figure laughed, but sobered so suddenly that neither was entirely sure
that it even laughed at all.
"The Merge!!" it cried...
A gray mist clouded over Judas and Matt's eyes, and the two froze.
They tried to move their arms, to struggle, to do something at all, but
their limbs no longer obeyed them. The gray mist was quickly replaced with
darkness.
'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.
Judas groaned, and held his head. He slowly opened his eyes, as if
afraid of what he should see. When he opened his eyes, he say Matt's hand
before them.
"Judas, are you alright?" he asked.
"Will you wake-up already?" the voice was naggingly familiar. "We
don't exactly have much time."
Judas opened his eyes fully, and rose from the... earth? No, that
was not an accurate depiction of what lay beneath Judas. It was dark, and
seemed to be made of mists, although it felt entirely firm. Judas looked
down, mesmerized by the constant shifting of the "floor."
"Hurry up already!" it was Matt, and Judas raised his head to see
what was so urgent. He recoiled immediately as he came face to face
with...
-himself...
"Well, this is a fine mess." he... no, it said. Judas looked at
his doppelganger in amazement. "We don't have enough time to be confused,"
Judas 2 said, "Something has gone wrong with the Merging."
"Wrong? What do you mean 'wrong?'" asked Judas 1, feeling cold
fear seize his stomach. "What could have gone wrong?"
"One of the Hundred is apparently tampering with the Gate," Matt
(1) said, as Matthias (2) nodded his agreement. "We, or more accurately, I
discussed this with you before we split."
Judas 2 nodded in agreement, and Judas 1 just looked back and forth
between them.
"His memories haven't been restored," Matt said softly, placing a
hand on Judas' (1) shoulder, "Don't worry about it, we can take care of
this." the last was spoken directly to Judas 1.
"Well, hear this, then," Judas 2 said, becoming impatient, "When we
incarnated ourselves into these new bodies, we left the Gate unprotected,
counting on the protections we laid upon it to protect it from tampering."
"Obviously, someone broke through our protections," Matthias (2)
said, with a rueful chuckle. "We don't know what's happening, exactly, and
all we can do is wait."
Judas 1 placed his hand upon Matt's. "What about that figure?"
"You mean ol' Waddleworth?" chuckled Judas 2, "He has served his
purpose, we returned him to the Oblivion."
"You mean you killed him?!" Judas 1 was shocked.
Matt tightened his grip on Judas 1, "No, he was already dead, all
we were dealing with was a shade back there."
Judas blinked once, then stood straighter, "Wait for what happens
next? That's all we can do about this?"
"Afraid so.." the voice came from behind them all.
The four whirled, and stepped back in astonishment.
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Okay, that's enough, I guess. If you know the rules, all well and
good, you can leave right now, and be sure to follow them. IF you haven't
read my story before, or you just forgot the rules...
1) If you hated my story, write to me and tell me what's wrong. I
promise I won't get _too_ mad!! LOL Seriously, write to me and tell me how
to fix it, that's what I'm here for, to figure out what I'm doing wrong and
how to get better.
2) If you liked it, then I love you, will you marry me? J/K!!
Well, if you liked it, you _can_ write me, but I'm not asking you to. It
feels good to know that someone out there liked my story, but a lack of bad
mail is compliment enough for me! LOL
3) If you were kinda ?? about it, then go ahead, write me and ask
me questions, I'll answer pretty much anything you ask! =)
My e-mail is kaiser_cain@hotmail.com (please don't use this
incorrectly, I'm trusting you!!)
I'm outy!!